Babes, mom. I gotta look cool.
two queens sleep side by side/ one is orange, one is black/ sound asleep curled in together/ purring on as their dreams stack
angels hum from near their whiskers/ the softest fur sweetly entangled/ warmth emanates from their fur/ their tails laid out and tangled
they sleep until the sun has faded/ until the candle has burned low/ they stretch and they yawn/ as they wake under the moon’s glow
he blinks up, bleary eyes/ just to slowly close them again/ and open his arms in a stretch/ as he claims my bed as his den
i lay down next to him/ and pull over a fluffy blanket/ he cuddles in its warmth/ and we soon take it for granted
alas, he extends once again/ and he allows his belly a rub/ his fur is soft and he yawns/ as my plans for the day are scrubbed
His whiskers twitch as he awakens/ his paws knead my bed/ the dough he prepares my sheets into/ are wrinkled from our nap in our bread
Cosmo Susie 